[Intro: Nicholas Brunson]
Ha, Yeah, Aw Shit, Haha Yeah
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[Verse 1: Nicholas Brunson]
And they wonder why I’m smiling
Dressing like a thousand islands
Black bean socks on and they match the color of my iris
Rocking out to Miley Cyrus (Party in the USA)
Life of a mixed kid, walking two fisted
Got the pelicans and they views all twisted
Didn’t pay attention, sucks that you missed it
Should of insisted, I said what I just did
A girl in the hand’s, worth two at the bar
But I think I’d rather shoot for a menage a trois
Or a late night in the back seat of a car
Where the hell you put your panties, I don’t know where they are
Fresh ass tee shirt, worn out slip-ons
Don’t bite my style, it’s too late for you to get on
Shit’s too symbolic, I know how to rock this
Calm down, get back, nerdy niggas got this
[Verse 2: Ewan Lindo]
Tag me in, jumping like pogo
Ten black belts couldn’t kick it in our dojo
Let my jeans sag, fitted cap on
A crazy lazy motherfucker who likes CAPCOM
Let it cool, if you want a piece of pie
I gotta touch the ceiling if I wanna touch the sky
Well, I guess I’m halfway there
Shorty looking at me, but I try not to stare
Part of UrBanE, I’m never rolling dolo
Turn an eight sideways, nigga that’s the logo
Check it, it’s more like the catchphrase
All chips in, but it’s difficult to get laid
That nigga massive, bringing out the best inside of me
Yeah I fucking love him, but it’s like a sibling rivalry
And ya’ll niggas can’t see what I’m gon’ do
Quit dipping in my cheese, nigga this ain’t fondue